Crisp Saturday morning,
grass still wet with dew.
Red cardinal stopped to survey the scene.
Mickey threw the ball
to little three year old Jacob.
Catching it the boy asked
“Daddy, do you believe in God?”
Taken aback slightly,
“Yes, I do.”
Then, in kind.
“God brought me to you”, the boy said, matter of fact.
Mickey dropped the ball,
felt a rush of emotion
that he didn’t want the boy to see.